you are this
note in a crowd
of one hundred thousand notes
roared in connection
with the roar on stage
and hoping that your voice stands out
with every ripped bag in your lungs
and torn vocal cord
you roar as loud as you can
never to completely drown the amplifiers
the boulder tumble of drums
or stomach shaking bass
but what is in your chest now
comes out to join with those
for this is the animal of Mob
jousting and feinting at gallop
with what lends itself to your urge
to be a part of the struggle
that spends itself into a wave
rolling out from stage to you
and the cells that form the Beast
all around you
the blood and liver and skeleton
of the music
not truly real until it is played
live before its potential
gathered sweaty and prepared to lose itself
in the totality of
the Show
Monthly Archives: July 2010
Rock Festival
Remember Me?
What does it say about me
that I’m still happy under your bed?
What does it say about you
that you know I’m still here
but won’t even look?
I am still your imaginary friend.
Do you remember my name?
Why are you are not thinking of me?
There have been whole years
where I mostly
can’t stop thinking about you
and the times when I can are not
predictable. So why
am I so easy to forget?
I never told you this, but
thank you for your skin.
I liked your skin a lot
and when late hours blind my hands,
your skin still lights up
the ceiling and the walls.
I need that. Thank you.
You still give and give
even if you don’t want
to know me.
Oooh, so
creepy you have just become
with all that shield around you.
Did I touch you? I did. Then,
and just now.
I can’t make you remember my name
but at least you know I’m here.
Once in a while
you really should peek at me
down here.
I’m just a little shiver now,
no flinty danger.
I’ll take a short time slot.
Please?
Dark Matter 